Chapter 25: Embarking on a Grand Journey

With Zhao Dajun's hunting rifle neutralized, the threat looming over Zhao Weimin was finally lifted. Now, he only needed to focus on his own development. Hunting, nothing but hunting. More food than he could eat and more clothes than he could wear. Of course, there was also the matter of repairing the cabin. If possible, he even wanted to build a new house.

The next morning, Shaoshang rose unusually early on her own. She donned the fine silk half-sleeve top and thin ramie skirt that Ling Buyi had prepared for her well in advance. The mist-green fabric complemented her skin, making it look as smooth as cream. She appeared delicate and radiant, yet held herself with a subtle, cautious restraint.

The man paused, as if a switch had been flipped. In an instant, the churning dark clouds and fangs that had defined his presence vanished, and he turned to walk away, his figure fading into the gloom.

Looking at the mysterious canine creature before him—tongue lolling, face looking utterly daft, and tail wagging like an electric fan—Lin Sangbai felt that if he were out in public, he could never bring himself to lie to his colleagues in the enforcement team and tell them this was a werewolf.

Ever since Yao Youqing asked Wei Hong if he agreed to let Chu Yan leave the manor, she had realized that Wei Hong did not care much about this concubine.

"What's wrong? Your voice sounds a bit off today. Have you caught a cold?" Jixia hurriedly wrapped Gu Jianli in a large cotton towel to wipe the moisture from her body.

The only light came from the eerie green ghost fires on the walls, winding off into the distance, cold and sinister. The narrow corridor was long and empty. As one descended the steps, the deeper they went, the heavier the damp, moldy air became—the scent of soil mixed with plant roots.

If Wei Hong's legs were like sturdy, thick tree trunks, then Yao Youqing's were perhaps the most slender and delicate of branches.

The sun had already set, and a faint rim of twilight clung to the horizon. As dusk deepened, the crowd in front of the Wan residence was divided into two distinct groups, like a Tai Chi diagram. The group dressed in vibrant, embroidered silks were all smiles; they were undoubtedly the servants and attendants of the Wan family.

Ling Miaomiao couldn't help but interject: "We only say someone's soul has returned to the West when they are dead. Tao Ying said it like that—does Your Highness believe her?"

With those two resounding words, the entire Mount Futu began to tremble uncontrollably.

As the commander and highest-ranking officer of the Paris Flower Combat Troupe, Grandma felt this most deeply. And I, taking advantage of my gender and personality, had easily won over all the members of the Paris Flower Combat Troupe. This was exactly what kept her up at night.

Seizing this opportunity, Qin Guan flew over. As he passed in front of Red Boy, he swept his wide sleeve and whisked him inside.

Master Tie-Ran was about to strike, but just then, a figure darted out from beside Qin Guan with incredible speed, blocking the way.

With me as the center, the entire space—the air, soil, crust, industrial products, people, and even time—fell into a state of disorder. This chaos surpassed anything humanly understandable; it was not a superpower, nor was it magic, nor was it any kind of "ability"—it was merely instinct.

Luo Yiren was still panting slightly as she lay against Qin Guan's solid arm, recounting everything she had experienced during this time.

Of course, I, still unconscious, knew nothing of these events. Even if I had known, there wouldn't have been much I could do. I thought about it for a moment and decided against it. If Wright woke up and saw this, it would become quite troublesome. He already had enough trouble, and I didn't want to add to his burden.

Upon reaching the third floor, which was decorated with great luxury, a man in his thirties sat in the center. He was quite handsome, and his long, narrow eyes were particularly striking, adding to his heroic appearance.

Upon hearing that there was also a lord from the Northern Empire among them, the middle-aged man, now equally alert, began to question Li Chenghai closely.

Qin Guan smiled and whispered a few words in her ear. Ruoxue's ears turned red, and after blinking her large eyes, she gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"Let’s all speak up. What problems have you encountered in your work this month that you need me or the company to help solve? You can also talk about things you've experienced on the job, and we'll analyze them together." Wang Xudong leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

Murong Jie led a squad of personal guards up to arrange defenses before taking his place beside the Emperor.

Seeing Su Man like this, Lin Feng knew he couldn't let her keep laughing, or she might actually laugh herself into a state of illness. Besides, she had already received her punishment, so he decided to show mercy and let her off this time.

"What were you two talking about in the office again?" Bai Muxue picked up an English test paper from the table and asked, feigning indifference.

Bao Xin could not bear to see her sister's fragile habit of tearing up at every turn. It was the resilient sister, the one willing to fight alongside her, who gave Bao Xin peace of mind.

They continued their sprint, the distance between them closing to just three meters. Despite maintaining a high-speed dash, Jimo did not slow down, but he changed the way he gripped his short daggers, intending to strike the motionless Liang Yue from a cunning angle.

Sikong Jing rubbed her palms together happily before picking up her chopsticks and eating impatiently. She must have been truly famished, as she devoured even the oil-free greens on her plate without complaint.